Twitterpated

Heart brings to mind the story of Bambi’s Life in the Woods. Here is a twitterpated Bambi looking out for Faline, whilst she tries to sniff out his tracks.

Where are you, Faline?

Sniff sniff, I smell you nowhere, Bambi.

No Thumper, but I managed to get hold of a different rabbit this trip. There happened to be a Peter Rabbit fair at the cafe we had our meeting, and I ended up buying storybooks – Peter Rabbit in Japanese! No post cards again this trip, but I bought a book on a collection of postcards Peter Rabbit wrote. And of course a pop-up book, I am such a sucker for these things. Someone commented that I have a “pure mind”, and I only found out from my sister yesterday why the person said that. Ahem, I think Peter Rabbit is more known as a vibrator than for the children’s books I was crazy over. Coughcoughcough.

Far fetched stories, but that is how my Heart works. Hops all over the place. But am happy, lalala.

No Flower either, the deer poo all over Nara Koen and surrounds are stinky enough to take the place of the skunk in the story. They don’t smell the same, but … nonetheless …

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Ha, ha, ha… Funny how something so “kawaii” can end up creating another mental image altogether. Nowadays, I simply recall the shopkeepers on Itsukushima trying desperately to keep the animals out from their businesses every time I see a deer. Now rabbits… ahem.